A man is walking through the city, wearing what appears to be a black suit only a butler could be suitable to wear. He seems to adjust his cuffs every few moments as he walks, an ethereal mist floating around them, their silky black hair shining softly with the mist around them. Their soft lime green eyes looking around as they have a slight smoke, small drags of what appears to be light red smoke. Likely an exorcist, his eyes shifting near constantly.
*Yo anybody?*
*Heck it why not*
Another man bumps into him, also an Exorcist. A bit of ash from his cigarette gets on the man’s suit
He looks to the ash, one of his white gloves raising to dust it off, “Of course sir, my apologies for running into you… while remaining entirely stationary.” He says, slightly annoyed, but not all to worried by it.
“Maybe you need to lear how to not stand still in the middle of the sidewalk.”
He raises an eyebrow “Of course, entirely my fault. It’s hard to avoid someone I don’t want to see, considering your outfit, but that is my fault. I’ll do better next time.” He says, smirking softly, blowing more red smoke “Who might you be sir?”
“Vlad Walker, Exorcist.”
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Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"Like a soon to be broken man once said: You're either perfect, or you're not me."
In a dingy alley, frost is spreading. Ice creeps along the brickwork and seals the lids of dumpsters until they’re frozen shut. A blue mist rolls in, snow appearing on the floor where it forms, before a figure steps out, waving a hand by their face to clear the fog in front of them.
Their chilled skin is blue and frostbitten, lips pulled back into a perpetual grin. They wear a pilot’s uniform, and their dark sunglasses are frozen stuck to their face, yet they still put their hand up to ‘adjust’ them as if it’s a habit. They then announce to seemingly nobody, in a voice that sounds like a plane’s crackling speaker, that ‘Attention passengers, this is your Pilot Shiver speaking! We have just came into land from the sunny shores of the Frozen Beyond and are now at our destination of the mortal plane!’ The sound of people clapping and cheering (or is it screaming?) emanates from the mist, before the pilot continues ‘However, we still are expecting a slight amount of turbulence whilst we complete the transition, so sit back, hold tight, and most importantly, chill out.’ The figure’s grin widens before they end of their speech with ‘Oh, and always, thank you for flying with Spirit Airlines!’
“Hah! Your bosses would let you go? It must be nice being to just up and leave.”
“They understood I wanted to retire into more… simple work. Let others do the service of saving the queen and such, though we do still go for tea on occasion.” He says, smiling softly “It was quite nice, leaving in a respected manner, now I work as a simple butler, and kill undead sometimes.”
“Hah! Your bosses would let you go? It must be nice being to just up and leave.”
“They understood I wanted to retire into more… simple work. Let others do the service of saving the queen and such, though we do still go for tea on occasion.” He says, smiling softly “It was quite nice, leaving in a respected manner, now I work as a simple butler, and kill undead sometimes.”
“Never seen an Exorcist use strings as their weapon of choice. Silvered? Or Blessed?”
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Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"Like a soon to be broken man once said: You're either perfect, or you're not me."
Gliding amidst the streets is a banshee in a grey dress whose arrival is heralded by the smell of seawater and rotting fish. She has wild, long silvery hair that has bits of seaweed tangled into it and emerald green eyes. Erica drifts over to a table outside a cafe, sitting down and looking around for nothing in particular.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
“Hah! Your bosses would let you go? It must be nice being to just up and leave.”
“They understood I wanted to retire into more… simple work. Let others do the service of saving the queen and such, though we do still go for tea on occasion.” He says, smiling softly “It was quite nice, leaving in a respected manner, now I work as a simple butler, and kill undead sometimes.”
“Never seen an Exorcist use strings as their weapon of choice. Silvered? Or Blessed?”
“Silvered, cut through undead with relative ease. I think of them as refined weaponry.” He says, bowing slightly.
“Hah! Your bosses would let you go? It must be nice being to just up and leave.”
“They understood I wanted to retire into more… simple work. Let others do the service of saving the queen and such, though we do still go for tea on occasion.” He says, smiling softly “It was quite nice, leaving in a respected manner, now I work as a simple butler, and kill undead sometimes.”
“Never seen an Exorcist use strings as their weapon of choice. Silvered? Or Blessed?”
“Silvered, cut through undead with relative ease. I think of them as refined weaponry.” He says, bowing slightly.
“If it works it works.”
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Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"Like a soon to be broken man once said: You're either perfect, or you're not me."
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“Vlad Walker, Exorcist.”
Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"Like a soon to be broken man once said: You're either perfect, or you're not me."
“Walter Pennyworth, Exorcist as well.” Barely visible strings seem to be floating around him, connected to his gloves.
“You freelance? Or are you part of an agency?”
Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"Like a soon to be broken man once said: You're either perfect, or you're not me."
“You could say I work for an agency, but who would talk about work outside of it? Are you freelance?”
“Nah. I work for an agency.”
Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"Like a soon to be broken man once said: You're either perfect, or you're not me."
“Quite interesting, you must be quite talented to be taken by an agency Vlad, sir.”
“Don’t call me sir. And yes, I’m decently talented. Comes with being ex mafia.”
Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"Like a soon to be broken man once said: You're either perfect, or you're not me."
“It is my training as a butler to do so, I will try. Coming from British Secret Service myself.”
“MI6. Not half bad. How’d you become an Exorcist?”
Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"Like a soon to be broken man once said: You're either perfect, or you're not me."
In a dingy alley, frost is spreading. Ice creeps along the brickwork and seals the lids of dumpsters until they’re frozen shut. A blue mist rolls in, snow appearing on the floor where it forms, before a figure steps out, waving a hand by their face to clear the fog in front of them.
Their chilled skin is blue and frostbitten, lips pulled back into a perpetual grin. They wear a pilot’s uniform, and their dark sunglasses are frozen stuck to their face, yet they still put their hand up to ‘adjust’ them as if it’s a habit. They then announce to seemingly nobody, in a voice that sounds like a plane’s crackling speaker, that ‘Attention passengers, this is your Pilot Shiver speaking! We have just came into land from the sunny shores of the Frozen Beyond and are now at our destination of the mortal plane!’ The sound of people clapping and cheering (or is it screaming?) emanates from the mist, before the pilot continues ‘However, we still are expecting a slight amount of turbulence whilst we complete the transition, so sit back, hold tight, and most importantly, chill out.’ The figure’s grin widens before they end of their speech with ‘Oh, and always, thank you for flying with Spirit Airlines!’
Xaul Lackluster: Half-Orc Fathomless Warlock: Warlock Dragon Heist
Borvnir Chelvnich: Black Dragonborn Barbarian: Dragons of Stormwreck Isle
Sparkles: Aasimar Monk: Drakkenheim: What's in the Here and Now
Lith Ja’mas: Githyanki Sorcerer: Ghosts Of Saltmarsh
Pushover Gerilwitz: Tiefling Wizard: Acquisitions Incorporated
DMing The 100 Dungeons of the Blood Archivist! and The Hunt for the Balowang!
Killer Queen has already extended this signature, though not by much!
[Been thinking of this character for a while, can’t wait to play them! I’m excited to show off his abilities too!]
Xaul Lackluster: Half-Orc Fathomless Warlock: Warlock Dragon Heist
Borvnir Chelvnich: Black Dragonborn Barbarian: Dragons of Stormwreck Isle
Sparkles: Aasimar Monk: Drakkenheim: What's in the Here and Now
Lith Ja’mas: Githyanki Sorcerer: Ghosts Of Saltmarsh
Pushover Gerilwitz: Tiefling Wizard: Acquisitions Incorporated
DMing The 100 Dungeons of the Blood Archivist! and The Hunt for the Balowang!
Killer Queen has already extended this signature, though not by much!
“Was recommended it from one of my bosses, it turned out to be the correct career choice.” He chuckles slightly.
*That’ll be awesome, I don’t think I made mine too strong, the powers are pretty interesting too.*
“Hah! Your bosses would let you go? It must be nice being to just up and leave.”
Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"Like a soon to be broken man once said: You're either perfect, or you're not me."
“They understood I wanted to retire into more… simple work. Let others do the service of saving the queen and such, though we do still go for tea on occasion.” He says, smiling softly “It was quite nice, leaving in a respected manner, now I work as a simple butler, and kill undead sometimes.”
“Never seen an Exorcist use strings as their weapon of choice. Silvered? Or Blessed?”
Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"Like a soon to be broken man once said: You're either perfect, or you're not me."
*I'm making a pokemon trainer who uses ghosts.*
*I think that's the premise of Yo-Koi Watch, but I've never observed the series in any real capacity.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
*Oh, I have the perfect character for this!*
Gliding amidst the streets is a banshee in a grey dress whose arrival is heralded by the smell of seawater and rotting fish. She has wild, long silvery hair that has bits of seaweed tangled into it and emerald green eyes. Erica drifts over to a table outside a cafe, sitting down and looking around for nothing in particular.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
“Silvered, cut through undead with relative ease. I think of them as refined weaponry.” He says, bowing slightly.
“If it works it works.”
Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"Like a soon to be broken man once said: You're either perfect, or you're not me."